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Bringing the PewPew

I've learned to think enough during PvP to change ammo.

After playing Diablo 3 most of the evening with my friend, I logged and went to make dinner. As I am making dinner the alliance decides to do a bit of system camping in nullsec. So I find myself moving a covops for eyes, moving my cane for dps, and making my dinner in between running up and down the steps between warps.

It was a bit silly, but I got there just after they had a fight where everyone bailed and got away and the FC was screaming "What the fuck people!" I slid into system once they had regrouped and got my alt set up watching the gate I was directed to watch.

In general, it was rather quiet. We had a pilgrim jump in. The bubble went up and he was trapped and quickly melted down to nothing. Then his pod was pointed and ransomed. He said to pod him rather then pay, so they podded him. It was super quiet so I brought my alt back to salvage the wreck. I was rewarded with four intact armor plates. T2 salvage that currently is selling for 15mil a pop.

Nothing but the occasional small thing was coming through. We decided to leave and the moment we jumped to head back home a tengu cross jumped us. We went after him, and failed to nail him when a solo megatron landed in the system. The poor FC was like "What the fuck is this?" as another T3 something came in from somewhere else. We sent people everywhere. The T3s ran and the Mega started playing warping games with us.

Our goal was to try to herd him to a gate. Eventually, he warped to a gate. The fleet warped in after him. I was in another system in case he went there so I had to hop in and head to them. They tackled him on the other side of the gate and he jumped back in. This time I was on the gate along with a corpmate in a cynabal. We tackled him and he started to pull away from us at speeds that I've never seen a BC do. He was at 1600 meters per second and I was burning my MWD and point to hold onto him. First he nuetered out the cynabal. Then he tried to neut me out to get me off him. Thankfully, my capskills are pretty damn good, plus I had my drones on him so he kept losing point. I switched over to my barrage ammo from my republic fleet fusion for the range it would give me with DPS.

Finally he stopped and I slammed into him. This put me into blaster range and he started to beat my ass. I had remembered to put my DC on! Go me! However he was in armor and in structure and the rest of the fleet was tossing rounds at him.

I was in 25% shields when he finally went down. The Broadsword put a bubble up and we captured his pod.

It started out as a ransom but on coms we discussed it. "He put up a good fight. Its probably a nice clone," we said. The general murmer was that we were fine with letting his pod go. He had almost evaded us in system and then he brought it on the field. So, we all dropped point, pulled in drones, and the FC dropped the bubble. "Good Fight, thanks for bringing it. You're pods free to go," we said. He said thanks and warped off.

So after, was a roam. I had stalled a bit and asked for us to wait until about the time one of my corpmates with a western coast time logged in. Sure as shit, as we docked for the reship he logged in and was able to join.

We often roam in BC. We had a jag for tackle, some cynabals, and a scimi for logi and DPS Battle Cruisers running around. I guess the fleets have a little bit of kitchen sink feel. However, we do have a plan and organization, just not ship doctrine.

First we ran into a fast team. Stabbers, interceptors, and a cyclone. We got the cyclone while the small stuff scattered off grid.

A few systems over we bounced into a nice little gang. We managed to point and tackle stuff and came away with two drakes. They got their bigger stuff off. "Nice trap" they said to us. We sent a flashy cynabal in as bait.

That reminds me of a conversation I had in local with our wartargets earlier. They had managed to gank one of my corpies. Bold, they hopped into another system that a few of the alliance members were in. They had six people on the other side of the gate, something I happened to know. My comment in local was, "You might as well get a tramp stamp with bait on it while you shake your ass on that gate." They decided to move on at that point.

Things are still pretty quiet. We wound up in a few more fights that ended unsatasfactorly. We lost our Jag during one.

The Jag goes after the Drake and points him and explodes. It takes us a few minutes to realize that the Jag pilot into high sec. Whoops. Concorded. The bloodlust runs strong sometimes.

And then during another, when someone jumped a gate and the FC orders the Jag through.

"Good Job, our tackles just warped off"
"Pizza. I shouldn't play with one hand"

"Go to Jita and reship."
Pizza eating tackle. Oh well.

These things happen. Such is life. The last explosion bit was a Hoarder that jumped into the system. "Can I kill him?" I asked the FC. The FC sighs and says, "Yes" and we mow down the hoarder. He had two containers inside of him. What they had, who knows.

An alliance mate logged on. He was trying to fuel a pos and needed a cyno. The problem was, every cyno they lit was getting popped. So, tired of the popping they decided to hotdrop the poppers.

I had my first cyno killed in the middle of a hotdrop. I was the only one that made it. The only reason I did not instantly die is because when the cyno was popped I was in the middle of the jump. It tossed me randomly into the system. So I was just fine. I landed and immediately went and docked at the other station as if I meant to be there.

Irritated, they fitted a better ship and a more successful hotdrop ensued.

We did manage to kill the onyx. I lost the point on a drake that was pulling away from me. I started heading into the Onyx as ordered then tried to turn towards the drake but I had lost a lot of speed and he was at a bad angle to me.

The FC goes, "How did you lose the drake?"

"I wasn't in the same position everyone else was," I reminded him. I didn't add that he said, "Fuck it everyone on the Onyx, melt him" and then decided that someone should also point the drake and I was the only one vaguely in position. I could have been faster/better, but I'm still working at managing multiple targets/tasks/staying alive/mods/PvP.

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